A poem.
Lena Pham, I once thought you were a man
Don’t worry, at least you’re not furry.
The days I’ve spent getting closer to you,
I’ve realised how you give me a look
that my hair looks like a puffy tu-tu.
When you have spares,
you go to the gym,
why does it seem that you really wanna be slim?
You’re not even fat, flat like a mat.Oh shit, I think you might of taken it the wrong way,
oh wells, if you want to get fat then,
lets go to the buffet at New Quay.
We will get excited and loudly scream,
I’ll scream, you’ll scream, we will both scream for ice-cream.
Did I just mention ice-cream?
Lets not start, lets have baked beans and fart.
Okay, I’m gonna stop
Whenever you miss me, meet me at the 461 bus stop.
Don’t worry, I myself, don’t even understand the contention of the poem but its funny because its so stupid (I mean this well). My handsome bestfriend, Nabeel wrote this for me during one of our VU university lectures at the beginning of the year. Clearly, we were both very disinterested in whatever presentation that was going on.
When he gave the paper to me, I didn’t look after it well enough as I should of so I thought I had lost it but, thank God, I found it among a pile of school rubbish a few weeks ago lol. Thank you for writing me such a poem. It now sits safely in my memory box. Love you, buddy!